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A fictional World
I open up the book.
And a neon portal opens.
Taking me to another land
Where everything is bent.
Where the skies are high.
And you watch from aside,in the sky you fly.
All the characters,you greet and meet.
As you take a seat in the cinema.
One,two,three.
The movie plays for thee.
Right inside your head.
As you take in the tears the character shed.
You open it up whenever.
And you go back in again.
Untill you finish the book,your imagination ascend.
And you think about it as you sleep.
Wondering what the metaphors meant.
And you get another book to rent.
A portal you have sent.
Brand new,shiny with a different plot.
As the horses gracefully trot on the land.
And you ride your imagination, running wild.
As excited as a happy child.
Your imagination goes wild.
Its limits don't exist.
A book is like a world you cannot resist.
And a neon portal opens.
Taking me to another land
Where everything is bent.
Where the skies are high.
And you watch from aside,in the sky you fly.
All the characters,you greet and meet.
As you take a seat in the cinema.
One,two,three.
The movie plays for thee.
Right inside your head.
As you take in the tears the character shed.
You open it up whenever.
And you go back in again.
Untill you finish the book,your imagination ascend.
And you think about it as you sleep.
Wondering what the metaphors meant.
And you get another book to rent.
A portal you have sent.
Brand new,shiny with a different plot.
As the horses gracefully trot on the land.
And you ride your imagination, running wild.
As excited as a happy child.
Your imagination goes wild.
Its limits don't exist.
A book is like a world you cannot resist.
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